The determined echoes of Sister Amelia Constance’s footsteps bounded along the dim corridors of the convent.


    They beat in time to the sombre tones of the great Passing Bell, which had been ringing out its mournful code all morning.


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    At least she had managed a brief breakfast.


    But honestly! Why should it be the responsibility of the Prima Sister?


    Couldn’t one of the other nuns perform this duty?


    What was this worlding to when a humble and uining Sister Superior, like her, couldn’t go about with her own business without such unwee distractions?


    And how typical of that girl Kira to go missing!


    Only ever thinking of herself, that one.


    Leaving the rest of them with no peace - not knowing what to think - if the girl were alive or dead - the selfish little madam - giving them all such a scare.


    She had always been such an inconsiderate child!


    Hadn’t she always known that such a wretched nuisance woulde to no good?


    And the Surrounder had given her enough good sense to always be right about these things.


    At least the other novicee had the decency to be properly dead.


    They would cause no further worries - everyone knew for certain that they were now safely reposing in the arms of the Great Surrounder.


    But not that girl Kira!


    She had insisted on going missing - probably in order to deliberately cause as much fuss and difficulty as possible.


    Hadn’t she had her marked down from a very early age as a problematic troublemaker?


    It was a shame that honest sisters, like herself, had to endure the likes of such a girl, in order to prove themselves all the more worthy of the Surrounder’s great blessings.


    Her tongue tutted a constant barrage of scorn as her boots cked impatiently along the cloister.


    She approached Amber’s door, pushed it open, and bustled into the gloomy room.


    “I have some bad news,” she announced abruptly, “there was an attack on the Ceremony at the Grove, and …”


    She red at the bed.


    The sick novice did not appear to be there.


    Her sharpened eyes scanned the rest of the small chamber - but it was also unupied.


    Her full bulk bristled as she advanced towards the bed and threw back the covers.


    No, the child was definitely not where she ought to have been.


    Her gimlet eyes shed around the room again.


    But if the girl was not there, then where, in the Surrounder’s good name, could she be?


    Perhaps the girl was feeling better and had snuck off to try and pilfer some food from the refectory?


    Well, there would be no stealing taking ce while<i> she</i> was in charge.


    That was the trouble with young girls these days - they simply could not be relied upon to remain in their rightful ces.


    And if it were truly part of the Surrounder’s divine n to go shifting ungrateful novicee about the ce, surely the least he could do would be to consult her, his most humble and obedient servant, on the matter first.


    What was needed was to instil more disciple into these selfish wretches - and she had more than a few good ideas about how to set about that task.


    That would stop these little miscreants from thinking that the world revolved around them.


    “Woe betide that girl when I catch up with her!” Sister Amelia snorted to herself, and she stomped off to locate the errant postnt.